The Work of Ginger Bread Man

The Homeless - Part 2

2010-03-20T07:33:00.001-07:00

Looking at The Heart of the Case.

As what been mentioned earlier, in "Homeless - Part 1", both children of "Homeless- Aged Parents" and bread winners of "Homeless - Family Nucleus" stand the accused of the predicament. Need no explanation to vindicate their irresponsible actions, it is clear that their family value significancy are at questioned and no doubt it is the root to the whole stigma.

Whatever that could have attributed to their low degree of significancy in family value issues, I believe it has much vis-a-vis to their past experiences in their growing up years. It is all about what they have been taught over the years and how the past surrounding conceives their perceptions.

Nevertheless, in order to tackle this stigma from worsen, healthy sets of family values have to be instill in children at the very young age. Parents should teach their kids the importance of family values, eg. the act caring and sharing, in order to be able to achieve a stable and harmonious family.

I believe this is the first step to take, in not only overcoming the 'Homeless' predicament, but also to promote a prosocial society in Singapore.

So What's Next?

I think the Ministry of Community Development, Youth and Sports (MCYS) should emphasize more heavily in the importance of family values as well as commemorating "Family Day". This is to emphasize the importance of family members and thus, hopefully, Singaporeans in near future would learn to spend their money wisely- having the people they love as a consideration to their unnecessary spending- and not be homeless.

Why,Now, I Do Not Want A 4-Room Flat? (Derived From "The Homeless - Part 1")

Reading from the first three paragraph of Part 1, you could see that what I actually wanted back then- play house and own room- was my own personal space. And over the years, I am fortunate enough to be brought up by a single mother that instilled good sets of family values in me. Having said that, I have learnt and understand that nothing could be more important than your own family members. Now, I feel that I don't really need my own room because my family members are already part of my personal space (Of course not implying to showering and such). I am fine, comfortable and grateful in waking up early in the morning to see my mom sleeping 2 metres away, every time I opened my eyes from my sleep (aww).

Till the Next Blog; With Loads of Love - Adifazely.

The Homeless - Part 1

2010-03-14T07:44:00.000-07:00

When I was a kid, I had always wanted a 'Play House' sold at Toys 'R' Us. It was a hard plastic house that had a size of 3 by 3 metres in length, and a metre in height. What had made it attractive in the eyes of the kids was its bright coloured features and various designs of houses. Die-hard I wanted it badly, despite knowing that it could get stuffy after awhile in it. And my Dearest Mom would give her usual reply of 'Okay, shall get it for you someday' whenever I asked for it. It was only the matter of time before I would figure out that it was just another false hope of hers; like how she used to 'promise' that she would register me for weekly tae-kwon-do lessons back then.

When I matured into a teenager a decade ago, I had moved into my recent house at Bedok. I pondered 'When will I ever have my own room?' since I have been sharing a room with my younger siblings all these while.

Now, all grown up, I am excited that the lingering thought of having my own room would soon be a reality after my mom told me that she is planning of getting a resale 4 room flat. I know this time it is not going to be another false hope of hers, as both me and my mom have planned to share our CPF funds to get the flat. However, vis-a-vis to the recent substantive issue- the increasing number of the Homeless, it has made me to think twice about getting my own room...

The Homeless

As you know, statistics have shown that there's a growth in the homeless population. These homeless have become the 'Permanent Residents' of places like streets and beaches. Unlike the kind of PR that certain eligible foreigners could apply for, if they wish to work and live here, the homeless are not allowed to be the 'PR' of the streets or places as such.

There are two kinds of homeless that we could look at. One is the homeless family -where the whole of the family nucleus had been kicked out from their homes due to unaffordable payments of Housing Development Board (HDB) or bank loans. The other type of homeless is made up of aged parents, where their ungrateful children insisted that Old Folk's Home is the best resort for them. Typical reason, lack-of-time to look after the well-being of their parents due to busy schedule at work.

Among these two, my heart goes a lot to the latter type of homeless people. The homeless 'family nucleus' existed because of their greed: which is totally avoidable if the bread winner of the family is wise in his expenditure and payment of loans. Conversely, the homeless 'aged parents' have no alternative but to be homeless if they want to escape from being imprisoned in the Old Folk's Home. Personally, I would rather be homeless than to be send to such Homes. For simple logic; I'm old and my life span is short. I would rather live in uncertainties of my remaining days of life- just to able to see happiness around me even though it isn't mine, than to be in the same place everyday till my last breath- where sorrows of other souls grieve in silence.

Latter part of the heart-throbbing issue, the HDB was fast enough to react with the raising concern of these homeless. I guess they were going like 'Ouhk-oh' .. after lots of questions probably hanging in the air which goes something like: Okay, I wasn't given second chance in my payment of house thus I need to pack my stuff to make my leave and it is an offence to live in the public. So where on earth I need to go if I do not have any relatives or my relatives aren't kind enough to spare some space in their house?

So, our gracious HDB are actually making some apartments for these homeless- a temporary stay of three months before they finally got a more stable job which could allow them to move out from their support. I was imagining their temporary home would look somewhat like a hostel as they would be sharing the apartment with rest of the other homeless.

But then again, will this solution is going to decline the raising number of the homeless? Or would take HDB by storm if their implementation could actually end up in an ironic twist? While me and my good friend, Mr M, were pondering and sharing solutions to it days ago, I guess the one of the way could decline the homeless population is by tackling the issue in the root of the problem.

What's the "Really Root of the Problem?" Elaboration would be explain in my next blog. It is getting late guys.

To Be Continued . .

Running With Music.

2010-02-15T06:11:00.000-08:00

I plugged in my new bright red JVC ear piece, which I never regretted buying it for ten dollars, into my ears. As I bend as low as I could to reach for my toes- to have my calf stretched, I was, at the same time, having short visuals of how the speed of my run going to start like. It was either going to be a fast or a slow start. Much depending on my mood of the day.

Like just now, I had a fast start. I was having too much tensions for what had happened earlier in the day. But after a few hundred metres of running, the pace had to reduce tremendously after I realized that, my breathing could not keep up with the speed that I had started with, mainly because; I had not been running consistently for the past two days and had couple of beers and countless sticks of cigarettes over the holidays.

As usual, I would listen to my favourite songs times and times over again, that had relations to my emotions and construals for that moment. I would not only listen, but imagine as well that I was that one that performing the played songs. I would imagine that I was performing and at the same time, dedicating the song to the person that the song was meant for. The fact that I am not an expressive person or good at expressing myself, dedicating songs is an alternative way for me to express myself well.

You see guys, music is everything. Music could be an expression of one's feelings, emotions, thoughts- you named it. To me, the best music is the kind of music that could heal one's soul. On top of that, it would also create a form of motivation for one to get over his problems through indulging in listening the song. If you were to ask me - "What's My Favourite Motivational Song?"- if someone had pissed me off, it would be Fighter by Christina Aguilera.

Six years ago, I had been betrayed by a person that I adored so much thus it had made me determined to lose weight as to have a nice figure. That was when I decided to pick up running as an hobby. (Read my article: Vanity on Oneself Does Tell A Story.)

So there I was to be seen circling around the 1 km running track, outskirts of the tennis court, swimming pool and the mini-gym. I would usually run 6-7 km, depending how satisfied I was in my running. One thing for sure; my mood would change after I had completed the run.

I guess running would really help one, take me for an example, to distress and would create a form of motivation- to strive for success, through listening of music. I would never run without my Mp3 player. First of all, I would not receive any inspiration in the run and importantly, it would demotivate me because I could listen to my own breathing which subsequently, would affect my running psychologically.

I would recommend you overweight people to try out the technique of Receiving Motivation Through Listening of Music While Running, if you guys are determined to lose weight. It had worked for me well and till this day, I would not slacken down in my running.

Remember 1 thing:

Always maintain a consistent breathing as not collapsed out of sudden. As much as you are heavy indulged in listening to your music, take note of your safety. Know your limit. Never let your emotions to be carried away so much that you have gone beyond what you could. Not Worth It At All.

Till the next blog; with Loads of Love- Adifazely.

A Dedication to All the Ass Shakers Out There: Dancing Communicates.

2010-02-10T08:28:00.000-08:00

[This is one of my school module project that I've done months ago. I've summarized it into a appropriate blog content length as to not make it too draggy .. Enjoy reading !^^]

Okay, imagine you were dancing on dance floor. While your body was following the beat of the music through the speaker, your eyes had caught a sight of the most beautiful stranger you had ever seen in your life. You want to get to know him badly. So what would you do to get close to him? Would you asked your friend to help you out? (My BFF certainly won't do that) Would you smile or give your most stern stare? Or just went up straight to him & say "Hi"? Hmm.

Everyone has their own style & ways of doing it. But for those who always have difficulties in this, probably because you're shy, you might want to consider the following steps below to get close to the beautiful stranger, without even going up to him & say "Hi" and felt awkward after the the first word. I shall introduce you the 3 most basic types of non-verbal communication that will help you in "getting close" your beautiful stranger, that you had your eyes on, on the dance floor.

The 3 non-verbal communication codes are Kinesthetic, Haptic & Proxemic Communication. There's many interpretations we could derive from the three key points when we hit the dance floor. For example; it can show one's intention, insecurities or confidence in his or her dancing.

First Step: Creating A Message Across the Distance.

Kinesthetic communication can be described as communication by the convenient use of facial use of facial expressions and eyes contact. Imagine the guy you admired realized that you had your eyes on him. So what's next? You have to make use of kinesthetic communication to show that you are interested in him & not gossiping or picking a fight with him instead. A short sweet smile would do the trick.

Don't Give up if ...

1). He looked away. Who knows he's probably shy because you're cute. Continue on & off looking towards his direction.

2). He were to give you a stern stare. He gave you a stern stare probably because he might think that you know him. The stern stare was to recall if he have ever know you before.

The both two ques above, doesn't guarantee if the person you admire is interested in you or not. Just be patience. You must remember One Golden Rule in"reading people" which is; Always look for consistency in the behavior of the one being observed.

But please to give up if..

1). He rolled his eyes on you. (He's simply just an arrogant mother-f that does not know to receive smile as a compliment from a stranger.)

Second step: *Blink *Blink. He Winked. What's next?

So it was indeed your lucky night. You had stepped in to the club where you had found an admirer that you had your eyes on. Guess it's time to get closer to the 'fish' that you were 'preying' for. This would leads to the next step; Proxemic communication.

Proxemic communication is communicating with others by the virtue of the relative positioning of your bodies. In the discotheques, people tends to be aware of their personal space as to avoid either being harassed or accused of immodest act of harassing.

So how would you want to get close with him? You guys were like 2 metres away & the dance floor were packed with "wriggling worms". My advice; Shift your position & subtly, dance your way towards him. Your intrusion to his personal space wouldn't make him offended because, you had "send the message" earlier on.

Last step: Touch My Body !

Touch is all about Haptic communication. It's physical touch & the message that is put across. For example, a touch on the upper torso, on someone that is walking, would be a guidance to correct direction. There are several elements of touch that interpret different meanings. It goes from greeting to intimacy and others.

Haptic communication in discotheques help dancers on the dance floor to get more intimate with their partner or flirt. It has been a norm for couples on the dance floor to hold each other by shoulders to feel make them feel secure of their lover from others. If you realized that your beautiful stranger, that you had got close on the dance floor, tends to touch you frequently while dancing, it most probably means that, You Will Have A Good End To the Night.. Hehe. Or an indication that he's interested in getting to know you more. Just wait for cell phone number to be exchange.

Till the next Blog; with Loads of Love Adifazely.

(Thousand apologies for my tenses & grammar. )

The Infamous: A Tribute to Victims of Sex Video Phones Speculation.

2010-02-06T17:00:00.000-08:00

[What Inspired me to blog this tribute? The increasing trends of sex video speculations, without the acknowledge of the involving sex parties, which resulted in increasing rate of suicides or destroying one's life. Besides that, I have two beautiful younger sisters, which I pray everyday that, they won't be victims of these inhumane speculation.]

I was reading updates from Facebook till I came across a post that talked about a current sex scandal video featuring one of our local ex-Mediacorp actress. Being kay-po, I clicked on the post to get their whole conversation. It was not long before I figured out who was the actress that they were mentioning about. Wasting no time, I began to google her name up to find out how true was the info. Then I found out, the story was actually appeared in the last Thursday paper.

Hmm. I paused. I read the whole article. I felt sad. I felt for her so bad not because she was a celebrity but, what if (touch wood!) she was my sister or this were to happen to my own sister. How am I, as a brother, able to walk down the streets receiving unwanted stares from strangers that knew about my sister's Infamous video. How am I, as brother, able to defend or stay by my sister side, when my own family members bad talked about my sister during a family gathering. How am I, as a brother, going to give moral support to my sister, at the same time controlling my anger, after all the shame she had brought to the family. I pondered till I almost teared. I still remember the every first video that featured two Malay students that were having sex at scene of a staircase. As My heterosexual friends were getting aroused from the Infamous video, I felt disgusted. Same thing was running through my mind; What if ..

As soon as I snapped out of my pondering, I lie besides my sister, she was 3 years younger than me, that was on the couch- busy playing her Facebook game and told her about this matter. As soon as I finished my lecture, she turned her focused from her notebook and looked amazed.

"She actually did that?" asked my sister, Sheila.

"Yup.. Oh Come on, don't be surprised. Celebrities are not angels after all. They have their mistakes & imperfections. But they supposed to be a Role Models for their fans," I replied in relation to the recent sex scandal story.

"Whatever it is, I'm telling you this so that you would know ... " I widened my eyes as I mentioned the last word of my sentence.

"Ya.. Ya.. I know. And as much as you are concerned about me, I am concerned about you as well," She mocked me with her sweet vicious smile.

I cracked up. "You know me well, honey." I replied to her before I stood up & stole one of her cigarettes.

If I were to give an advice to young adult couples about "Love Making" session recorded on video phone, I would tell them; "It is Always A-okay to record it, But Never A-okay to keep it." If they were smart enough to record it, they should be smart enough to delete it, & know why was it dangerous to keep such video.

Why Is It A-Okay to Record It?

I lost my virginity as early as 14 (something that I wasn't proud of) and always believe that, "Love-Making" session is a Beautiful thing. It is true when they say that "When you're in Love, the heart speaks with the heart, no words required for us to say."

I remembered there was a particular time, I had I recorded my Love Making session with my only ex-love and it was somewhat weird, but nice FOR US to view it. After viewing, both of us agreed that the passion in the "Love-Making" and it was just priceless. It was just that, I got a hard slapped on the head, Ouch!, when I jokingly told my ex-love that, "Damn, you could pass as a Hot Porn-star."

After watching it, both of us come to same thinking that the video MUST be destroyed. And obviously we didn't use video phone, oh come on; Video phone is such a child's play. We used my notebook- The bigger, the better baby..

Okay enough said of my experience. Back to the topic. My advice to you girls out there, please be careful with this increasing trends of video phone thingy. Like what Jason Mraz sang.. "Our Name is Our Virtue .." It would really bring great pain to my eyes, especially your parents & family- not forgetting race, to watch you girls trying to be naughty for the obvious wrong reason. If you decided to recorded it with your partner, just to see how funny your boyfriend face when he reached to his stage of Nirvana, Please don't forget to Delete it off. For Heaven sake.

Lastly, Never trusted your boyfriend when he said that he would keep the video with full-responsibility. This is simply because; Men are not Only Ego but They are Careless at times. Most of times for me. So ya, Be Safe Never Keep Your Sex Video. I couldn't emphasize more than this.

Till my next Blog; With Loads of Love - Adifazely.

[This is a message to a Friend, or acquaintance for now, who decided to say Goodbye to my circle of friends recently; you know who you are.

Erm dude, I still remember what you told me before when I told you that ..

"No matter how we quarreled with each other, we (Alfiah gang) would still, at the end of the day, be good with each other again"

And you replied something like, "It's good that you guys maintained the good relationship with each other."

I truly hope that you would take back your Goodbye, if you are a man of your words. Maybe you might not want to chat with me anymore, which I could understand why, but at least not to the others. Because they don't deserve it. Well, I could be full of crap at times, (who doesn't anyway), so ya la.. I think I have done my part since it was My Fault for your leave. Till then, take care. - Adifazely]

Love, Lust & Friendship.

2010-01-29T12:20:00.000-08:00

It was 3.18 am when I switched on my notebook. I was telling myself,"Okay, 10 minutes Adi. No later than that." I log in to my addicted website- Facebook to read and reply notifications which I had received. As soon as I was done, I decided browsed the "News Feed" section to get updates from my fellow friends. Then something caught my attention; My 1st ex-love, whom I broke up with 2 months ago, was already in relationship.

I was like .. " Haha, nothing surprising." Zebras can never hide their stripes, as they are born with it. I log off from Facebook & switched off my notebook. I toss & turn without realizing it was already 4.10 am. God damned it, I would be working in few hours time & still I could not sleep.

There were many things running through my mind. Partly was my ex-love relationship status, the things I had discussed with my Alfiah Gang, earlier that night and the pondering thoughts of Love & Friendship I had while I was on the back back home from gym. Oh ya, we (Alfiah Gang) were sharing our views on my "Friend-a-Fit" article and how I could improve on my blog. Then I came to realize, the whole junk that was running through my mind, were related to one another. Without wasting time, I got my ass up from the couch, leaving my two sleeping buddies aside (my pillows if you are wondering) and head to my bedroom to reach out for my treasure box.

As I was puffing away and at the same time walking in circles in the kitchen, I tried to put all my thoughts into one piece. The more I tried to analyze them, the more wisdom of thoughts flowing in my mind. It was like; you're fixing a jigsaw puzzle & out of nowhere, tonnes of other pieces threw at you to make it complete. I knew I got to hands on, as to not lose those information that I had in my mind. Instantly, I switched on my notebook again & the next thing I knew; I was blogging.

I began by reflecting the thoughts that I had on the day before. I had been pondering a lot about Love, Lust & Friendship. Bubbles of opinions first produced when I out-of-the-blue pondered "Would one chooses Love over Friendship or Friendship over Love?"

There was a particular time, I posed this question to a BFF of mine. We were playing our favourite game at our favourite spot, Alfiah Coffee-shop. It was a quiz game where we would ask each other random questions (life, political, social etc.) and when one answered, others would rate his answer in the given time frame. The winner would obviously be the one that could gave the most intelligent answer to his question. Wasn't that easy for dude. LOL.

So my question went something like this, "Imagine you are a firemen & you could only save 1 person in a fire-fight. Would you save your Best friend, that had been there for you all these while. Or your Only true Love-partner, that if you don't save him, you will never find any true Love-partner ever again."

I glowed with an evil smile when I saw my BFF stuttering in answering his question. He answered that he would save his true Love-partner. Reason being, you can find Best friend anytime.

Nice, I thought. Although it wasn't the same answer that I was thinking, his answer was still a good one. I gave him a good score. My opinion was; If I were to choose between Love and Best friend, I would choose Love. This is because, a true Love-partner consists of a Lover & a Best friend. Whereas a Best friend can only give you the best companionship but not intimacy.

That leads me to another element; Lust. What if the Love that I had found was new, and unsure if he/she could stay long in the relationship? Then I would rather choose my Best friend instead. This is because, it could be Lust that I was unconsciously looking for in my partner, when I first met him/her, and thus I had called it Love. "Love for Lust in Love" Hmm.

I'm no Guru-of-Love, but my previous 1st love had taught me about, more-or-less something that I had longed been searching for; Relationship. Not as if I'm going to die without it but, at times I feel that I need it. My "need" doesn't solely means "Sex/Making Love" but, an observer or close companion that could tell me my progress in Life. Need I remind you guys that, I'm not an expressive person or to be precise, I'm not a good communicator. I can't easily translate what I'm thinking or feeling most of the times even to my BFFs. Just simply difficult dude.

By having a partner, one could express himself & get immediate feedback on his personality. However, keeping a partner isn't as easy as it seems, thanks to the demon that called "Lust". True friends could also give you immediate opinions or feedback, however they can never be the ones that could give you a the intimate touch or entertain your queries most of the times.

The next blog I'll go in detail on Love, Lust & Friendship. Oh ya, I'm gonna give updates on "friend-a-fit" in friendship", as what I truly think of it.

Till the next blog; with Loads of Love - Adifazely.

Semoga Bahagia - May You Achieve Happiness.

2010-01-25T09:31:00.000-08:00

I stepped into the stage & quickly sat on the bright crimson cushion chair that all been set for me. I brushed the huge black-silky organ with my bare hands at one go, while finding some comfort in such a limited time. I had became the object of attention. I took a deep breath before allowing those 10 fingers of mine to press the keys. As soon as I started to play a few notes, it felt like I was being possessed by a force that overcomes all my fears that I had initially.

So what songs I played? Oh, I played the same old medley that I usually played repetitively at the same place. I started off with "Bintang Kecil - A Malay Lullaby Song", followed by "An Jing " - Jay Chou, then Lee Hom "Kiss Good Bye & Wei Yi", next "Bengawan Solo" - the Malay & Chinese Version and so on.

As I was indulging in my own world, I received an unwanted interruption from an expected person. "Oi.. Brother! Can you stop splashing water all over the place. Some of the water had leaked from the bathroom!" screamed the one that I called; the little Discipline Master of the house. She was my 17 year old youngest sister.

"Okay.. I'll splashed more!" I screamed in my reply to irritated her. "Hmm.. Where was I?" I began to recall those favourite songs of mine, before coming a complete end to my medley, which subsequently would end my evening shower. As I was shivering naked recalling for songs, the song "Semoga Bahagia" by Our Late Zubir Said, strikes my mind.

Oh ya, I love to sing old or classic songs while showering. Back then, most of the songs were simply evergreen, unlike today. But the song "Semoga Bahagia" was different. The song not only evergreen- in my own opinion but, it has many basic moral values stated in that song, that I felt we adults tend to forget or being ignorant over it at times. Every time when I hear people singing that song, especially children, I would feel touched. Reminisces of my primary school days would be playing in my mind, hence smiles would breed from it.

So what's the song about? The song depicts the values that youths should possess, and it also encourages youth to pursue their dreams, prove their value to the world, and wishes them success and happiness. On top of that, this song teaches one to honour/respect one's tradition & custom with full pride. Look around you today, I must say that moral values of youngsters today are depleting. And most tradition or custom practices are no longer or little being practiced. It is indeed a sad thing because in a way, we are losing the roots of our tradition and culture. Liberalization from the influence of western cultures or mixed cultures are Greatly the caused of it.

When I was browsing Youtube in looking for the song for this blog, I come to realize that back in 2006 NDP, Suria Singing Competition Champ- Hyrul Anwar, had sang the song differently. It was either he forgot the lyrics hence he made up by himself- which unlikely the case, or most probably the lyrics been changed due to suit the rhythm of his version. I think it is a form of disrespect to change any song writers lyrics. Furthermore, I believe that the song "Semoga Bahagia" was perfectly written; So what's there to amend? Shame brother.. shame.

Hmm... Why do I love the song? This because as you can see, I'm a dreamer. A dreamer that dreamed living in his own world. Once the real world catch up with me, I'm back to the same working class employee that needs to break away from his job to be what he has desired for his career. No, I don't want to be a singer, because I know I can't sing .. hehe, but a _ _ _ _ _ _ L_ _ _ actually I want to be. Not telling you for now. Every time when I feel lazy or feel like giving up in my dreams, I would listen to that song, as a motivation for me to push on. It helps me a lot.

I shall end my blog by the lyrics & translation of the Song :
( I know Some of you Guys would Sing Along. Hehe)

Malay lyrics

Semoga Bahagia ( Children's Day Song )

Sama-sama maju ke hadapan

Pandai cari pelajaran

Jaga diri dalam kesihatan

Serta sopan-santun dengan kawan-kawan

Dengan hati bersih serta suci

Sama-sama hormat dan berbudi

Jaga tingkah pemuda-pemudi

Adat dan budaya junjung tinggi

Capailah lekas cita-cita pemudi-pemuda

Supaya kita ada harga di mata dunia

Kalau kita lengah serta lupa

Hidup kita sia-sia

Jiwa besar sihat serta segar

Rajin dengan sabar tentu bahagia

Lemah lembut perangai pemudi

Cergas tangkas wataknya pemuda

Suka rela selalu berbakti

Sikap yang pembela dan berjasa

Capailah nama yang mulia pemudi-pemuda

Rajinlah supaya berjaya semoga bahagia

English

May You Achieve Happiness

Together we progress

Clever at seeking knowledge

Take care of your health

And be courteous to your friends

With a clean and pure heart

We respect and do good to each other

Watch your behaviour, oh youths

Respect and honour your customs and traditions

Quickly reach your goals/dreams, oh youths

So that we'll have our worth, in this world

If we are lazy and forgetful

Our lives are worthless

A big heart and a fresh mind

Hardworking and patience definitely brings success/happiness

Soft-spoken is the lady

Energetic and tenacious is the man

Charitable, always contributing

Having a righteous spirit and doing good

Attain a respectable position, oh youths

Be hardworking so that you will succeed, may you achieve happiness

Till the next blog; with Loads of Love - Adifazely.

Sexy.

2010-01-22T11:09:00.000-08:00

The long hand tells me that it was 10 minutes before the witching hour. As I was browsing through pictures of the unknowns in my facebook "friend list", I happened to come across some pictures that I find them 'Sexy'. There's where I paused and asked myself; "In what ways you find the pictures 'Sexy'? Or how do you define 'Sexy'?". I've figured it out as soon as I puffed at my last cigarette for the night, before flicking it off. 'Sexy' is about one portraying his/her sex appeal naturally without doing it deliberately. To be done intentionally or not, the remark of one's 'sexiness' still lies in the eyes of the Beholder.

I've read before a book about a particular tattoo artist. Damn, I've forgotten his name. Anyway, have you wonder why guys (certain guys at least) find pretty girls that smoke sexy? You could see this scenario in movies etc. Many guys would find them sexy, without knowing the psychological logic behind it. You could be mesmerized by a pretty girl that smoke and gave her piercing sight of you, probably in a pub, because she's portraying an image of; I'm young, I'm a girl. So what if I smoke? So what if it could brings danger to my health? I don't care at all. You would then won't hesitate to get near her.

Got to sleep now. Good Nite to You 'Sexy' little Creatures out there. Stay Sexy Always. ^^.

Till the next blog; with Loads of Love - Adifazely.

Friend-A-Fit : Would You Allow Your Friend to Touch Your Disco Stick?

2010-01-11T07:13:00.000-08:00

Okay, For the Record of those who do not know what's the meaning of "friend-a-fit", Friend-A-Fit means having "friends with benefits" such as you can have sex, kiss, hold hands, cuddle and do things that couples do in relationships but you have no emotional attachments. You don't have to care about their feelings being hurt when you are with another person. And they shouldn't be hurt too. (According to "Urban Dictionary" - online.)

To start this proper, I would like to say "I Believe in Friend-A-Fit !!" Hehe. I know I need not be overexcited in telling the Public this, but I'm still trying to make my stand & point over yesterday debate with my "Alfiah Coffeeshop Gang".

Here's How the Debate Went On Yesterday ...

"How could you have sex with your own friends .. You're making you're friend like a slave," Zahid Mendoza said as he still holding on to his cup of less sugar coffee while the whole debate was going on. Don't ask me why.

"No! In what way I will make my friend like a slave? It is not as if I would practice Master & Slave on them during the Lust making session," I said that as my defense statement.

"Adi, if you were to do with friends that are not so close to you, it's Ok," Rizal Abdul Karim said while having his arms folded.

Heder Monteiro then nodded his head to agree with Rizal Abdul Karim.

"It's not the matter of the proximate level of friendship that you have with your friends, it's about satisfying your Lust & your friend's Lust," I replied with a stern voice in order to make my point more concrete.

"If that's the case, I'm sorry to tell you this but, you simply don't have any principles in life," Zahid Mendoza said bluntly.

I raised my both hands up and in ironic amusement laughter I said, "What? Because of that I do not have principles in Life??."

"Donita" was there too. He was indeed speechless & clueless, and probably shocked about the whole debate. Still, with a Big Bro image he portrayed, he remained cool & steady. Way to go Boy!

Oh well, enough with the debate. I shall share with you readers, based on my personal experience, 5 Top Reasons of why "Friend-A-Fit" is A-Okay in this Civic Minded Society.

(Not in any particular Order.. But the no. 5 is the Most Priority. Hehe.)

1) Better Friendship. First of all, the higher the level of intimacy you have with your friend, is the closer your friendship you will have with your friend. This is because, you have removed the personal space boundaries with him/her. You allow him to enter the personal space which, you would distance yourself from others, due to your insecurities, trust & safety.

2) Healthy Sex. Okay, We Human Beings are horny at times. For the Hardcore ones, it would be every minute of their lives. (Haha!) Anyway, we could practice healthy sex because as you know, the rate of STD & Aids are increasing every second as the clock ticks. And We are all immune to have it if; we were to wake up one day & realized that for some human-nature-call reason we are horny, and decided to go chat channels for some hook-up. While some others, usually the old ugly people, would look for prostitutes for it. Hence, if the hook-ups that we met up or the prostitutes that the old ugly people look for has STD or Aids .... (Please help me to complete the sentence & don't forget to touch "Wood").

So, doing with friends are healthy because, 1 thing for safety sure; Our Friends Won't Want to Harm Us If They Know They Have It.

3) Genuine Feedback. In One Night Stand, most partners find it difficult to give their "ONS" party a genuine feedback of the sex that they had had. This is because, most of them probably don't bother as it is just; One Night Only thingy. Talking about this, I remembered years back when someone was giving me a Blow, it hurts my Disco Stick so much because my ONS partner had irregular set of teeth. I was like; Ouch baby, Please be a freak for a year or two to put on aluminum metal sheets on your teeth so that in future, you won't hurt others. Of course I didn't tell that off.

4) Sex Guru. Knowing that your friend will give you genuine feedback on your sex skills, you could practice more on him to make it perfect. After doing it probably a year with your friend & one fine day you try to do it on your date, your date would go like "Ah Woo .(Like Shakira song; She Wolf).. Heaven is really a place On Earth!" And thus ... Viola! You're a Sex Guru! A.k.a The Man That Knows It All.

5) Better Love Life. As much as Act Innocent people wants to deny that Love is Not About Sex, but the harsh but yet sweet truth is that, Love Is About Sex. Ok, fine. I shall moderate my thinking & say Good Sex is one of the pillar for a Good Relationship. Care, Share, bluek, bluek again till vomit and others are the other pillars of a good relationship as well.

So there you have it. The 5 Good Reasons of why getting intimate, sex, fore play, banging behind the bush - you name it, with your friends is A-Okay & in fact it is better than to do with some unknowns.

I shall end my Blog this time by stating a some parts of lyrics from one of Lady Gaga Song. It's called Love Game:

I'm on a mission, And it involves some heavy touchin' yeah.
You've indicated your interest,I'm educated in sex, yes.
And now I want it bad,Want it bad. I love game, I love game.

I can see you staring there from across the block
with a smile on your mouth and your hand on your *huh
The story of us it always starts the same with a boy and a girl and a *huh and a game!

Till the next blog, With Loads of Love (Game); Adifazely.

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Oh My Fellow Brothers Across the Borders, What Have you Done.

2010-01-09T09:20:00.000-08:00

[ What I have commented here is purely my opinions. References of any facts given are reflected at the bottom of the page. Readers are invited to give their views in the comment box. Please be responsible enough to comment your views moderately. Thank you.]

It was on late Thursday night when I first know about the dispute. I was lying beside my mom on the couch when I got to know of it on Suria repeated news telecast.

My mom suddenly tapped me continuously and was going like, "Adi, Adi . . Watch this. The Malaysians were having dispute over the kalimah "Allah".

"Oh really .. " I then sat up and leaned my body forward to focus more on the news.

My mom and I shared some views and before heading to bed. The last thing I knew was that, the Malaysians had left the matter to Court to decide whether were the Christians allowed to use the kalimah or not.

As I closed my eyes I pondered, "By leaving this matter to the Court, was it the best alternative way to settle the issue?" First of all, the Court as supposed to touch on social issues. How was it possible to favour or judge two parties when it comes to Religion and Beliefs? These are the sensitive issues that I don't think the Court have the ability or right to judge at the first place.

The next morning was warm and bright and as close as to sunny as the Singapore skyline allowed. My eyes were half-opened as I make my way to the toilet to shower & get ready for work. As she stirred the coffee, my mom turned and said "Guess what, the churches got burnt".

"Churches got burnt in Malaysia?" the question kept running through my mind when I was at work. Hmm. It was like, I couldn't digest the fact. How could developed country like Malaysia, where most are educated, allowed this to happen? If this were to happen to developing countries like Indonesia probably I could understand but Malaysia? It was hard for me to accept the fact.

There were many issues that popped up in my mind when I thought of blogging this up. It was messy. For what I concerned most was that, the upcoming consequences from these irresponsible actions. From the factors like racial riots to increasing threats of the terrorists, weren't possible to happen if the Malaysian Authorities do not take good control over this avoidable situation.

Again, these are the things that running through my mind ...

How Could This Happen At the First Place?

1. My Point of View On the Irresponsible Act.

Must it comes to such resort, such as burning of other religion's holy place, to claim in what-you-think is right? For what is Truly Right is that, Islam did not teach us to use any form of violence against others. Importantly, Patience Makes Up Half of Our Faith in Islam. If the irresponsible acts been done by the Muslims there, I'll say, "Shame On You". You simply do not understand the Most Basic teaching of Islam.

2. Why Must the Christians Use kalimah of "Allah"?

Hmm. I wondered. The Christians there may not have the intentions of converting the Muslims, but why on earth would you want to use the kalimah of "Allah" when you know that you are only made up 10% of the whole population and majority are Muslims? I mean like, they should know by doing so, they might confuse some young & naive Muslims there. On top of that, they could be penalized if they are found proselytized the Muslims in certain states. To begin with, the kalimah "Allah" does not even exists in the Bible. Why must they interpret the word God as "Allah" when they can use the word "Tuhan" that is more relevant because, the word "Tuhan" is in Malay Language. I find it ridiculous as they themselves are inviting trouble. But still, they don't deserve to have their church burnt down.

3. Could the Burning of Church Been Done By the Terrorists or Radical Christians?

First of all, it could be the act of terrorists because that was their perfect time to fire-up the tensions & once the Muslims go out of control, it's a good time recruit them to their forces. Secondly, I know it might sound ridiculous, but it could be an act of the Radical Christians. People would do anything to tarnish one's image. Honestly, do you really think the September 11 incident was the work of the Al-Qaeda? Or America themselves were the Al-Qaeda? For ulterior reason; Liquidified-gold.

So What's the Story Next?

Damaged has been done & no point of pointing fingers or making false accusations. I guess the most important thing that the Malaysian Government should do now is that, they should not only tightened up their line of security in the country, but also to promote racial harmony through mutual respect.

If the Malaysian Government does not do anything about it, I fear for the worst. Seriously. Besides concerning of my religion image, I'm also concerned about influx ion of "refugees" if a massive riot were to happen across the borders. On top of that, the terrorists might find their homeland if things get worsen.

I shall end my blog by saying, "Let's Pray for the Best" no matter which religion you're from. Enough of natural disasters that worries us so much, we simply do not need avoidable human disaster.

Till the next blog, with Loads of Love; Adifazely.

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Some Interesting Articles for More Information:

1) Tun Dr Mahathir's Blog
http://chedet.co.cc/chedetblog/2010/01/kontroversi-kegunaaan-kalimah.html#more

2) Leaders Condemn Church Burning Incident In Desa Melawati
http://www.bernama.com/bernama/v5/news_lite.php?id=466965 (Bernama.Com)

3) Malaysia Church Torched Amid Allah Row
http://in.reuters.com/article/worldNews/idINIndia-45233720100107?pageNumber=1&virtualBrandChannel=0

The Silence

2010-01-08T11:08:00.000-08:00

(This article is going to be boring-&-dry compared to others. I am going to blabber what I had encounter few weeks back till hours ago. Feel free to press the exit button if you feel that it is going to waste at most 5 minutes of your precious life.)

I was having late "coffee-ing" with my circle of close friends at KTM hours back. We were chatting a couple of hot issues, gossips, rumours and some common stuffs that we would usually talk about during our meet up. I was being myself ;chatting, irritating & inter-framing their conversations when suddenly I had the urged to have my nicotine-intake. I began to tap both sides of my pockets to locate my treasure box. To my surprised, it wasn't in any of the both pockets.

I was like "Where's my cigarettes?"

"You were smoking just now. Where did you placed it?" Daniel replied.

I recalled hard. Yes, I did smoke and remember placing it back in my pants pocket. Where on earth it had disappeared to. I walked around the area in case I had dropped it somewhere else. I was hoping that they would play punk'ed on me & placed it on the table, right before my eyes once I'm back on my seat. Sadly, it didn't happened.

Oh my, I remembered that minutes ago a sweeper had swept around the area & next to my seat. Most probably my inhalers had slipped from my left pocket, which had happened couple of times, & dropped on the floor, thus it had been swept by the sweeper.

Gosh, that period of time, I felt so pissed with myself and being overreacting by making it a big fuss. Sitting quietly with my folded arms , I began to cross my right leg over and shook it hard. I stared sharply to one direction while imagining I was overturning all of the empty tables to vent my anger. Of course it didn't happen. (I can be self-destructive, like a time bomb, when I've gone mad).

I'm making a BIG fuss over it because: That's my last box before my upcoming pay, in days time.

Can't afford to get another as this month, my hard work $$$ had gone to the mall's cashier box. (Read my article on "Shopping with Mr Goldfish")

As the sense of anger still lingering, I remained silence throughout the whole journey back home. But at the midst of anger and being silence, a thought came out to me. I realized that after all these times, I'm just being denial by telling myself that "A New Year is a New Beginning". It was bullshit actually. I still couldn't get over my break up & still depressing about it at times. Hence I had been depending heavily on cigarettes to let go of the stress.

There's when a wisdom strikes me "A New Beginning is When One has a New Thinking". And I realized that, when every time I'm angry and being silence, my senses would come back to me. It would reminds me of the near future or present issues that I should be concerned of. My studies, career and taekwondo.

To: Zahid. As much as I want to heed your advice like having a good time hanging out with you guys to let go my past year bad memories, I just simply can't. The good times I have would only erase the sadness temporarily. (Like the Shopping Spree I had last month) . Once I'm alone, it will haunt me & only me can stop the Monster.

To: Malik. Don't worry dude, I will be fine. Don't need professional help. I believe I'm strong enough to overcome this myself. Only self-progression in the things I do would kill the pain.

To: Rizal. I have already increase the font of the blog. Feedback me if you still can't read it.

To: Daniel. Thanks for the concerned and approached. You're a good friend.

To: Heder. :) Your "Puake-ness" I will miss a lot.

I'll keep blogging, blogging & blogging to keep you guys update for now. I really want to be alone for the time being.

Till the next blog. Loads of Love; Adifazely.

Vanity On Oneself Does Tell A Story (Part 2)

2010-01-04T21:42:00.001-08:00

(Continue from Part 1 ..)

The fireplace had formed a saluate of the most perfect nude body he had ever seen in his life. Her skin was as smooth as silk and simply flawless. His hand began to ran from the bosom of the girl's body to her bottom. The girl looked so beauteous even when she was sleeping. He couldn't believe he had got what he desired, right before his eyes.
"I shall die like this with no regrets if I've reached to my last breath." Alanjandro said to himself while resting his head with his left arm and still brushing the girl 's body, that he had long admired.
Alanjandro then set aside some stray of the girl's hair with his last finger and moved forward to kiss her forehead. As he closed his eyes and at the verge of doing it, a voice whispered through his ears.

"My dear frog prince.. Is this how you want things to be? And you called this infinity?"

It's Vanity. The figure that had always appeared as a shadow in Alanjandro's life. The figure that had helped Alanjandro, through motivation, to turned from a frog to a prince again. Through endless motivation, Alanjandro had pushed himself and finally found the the cure to his curse.

"Look at you, you're perfect like a Hercules.. What have she done to deserve an Utopian like you," whispered vanity again as he tried to reach to Alanjandro's soul.

Lastly, Vanity whispered," Where was she when you were looking for the cure? She was nowhere insight except for me your Highness.." Vanity then slowly faded away as soon as all of the branches in the fireplace turned to ashes, like how the love Alanjandro beginning to feel for the girl.

Standing tall with no regrets, Alanjandro picked his clothes and got dressed.

"Where you're heading my Love?" the girl asked as soon as she was awaken by noise that Alanjandro made.
"Alanjandro remained silence. He walked a few steps to the door for his leave. And even before the girl, that he used to love few minutes ago, could say another sentence, Alanjandro paused and said, "My heart did reach yours, but.. you're not the one for me. And will never be."

----------The End----------
Written by: Adifazely.

Oh well, that is just a mini-short story for your entertainment. Hmm. By the way, back to Part 1 topic, I guess it's so-true when they say; things happen for a reason. If I never met the burger, I'll never be admired. Hmm. Maybe la.

Anyway, the point that I'm trying to make here is that, vanity does not necessarily portray one's insecurity. In fact for my case, I'm vain because I used to be so insecure. Contradicting. But at the end of the day, I think vanity can never keep it with confidence. The pictures of any model's body (FHM, Men Mag, etc) can never be compared to a pictures of 'no six pack' type of body. I salute those people who take pictures in what ever shape they are, with full confidence.
I shall end my blog with this qoute .. "Vanity is just an act of the Narcissist, and being a Narcissist is not a bad thing, depending how you want to live your life."

Till the next blog (Gonna hit the gym now); Loads of Love: Adifazely

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Vanity On Oneself Does tell a Story ... (Part 1)

2010-01-02T08:37:00.000-08:00

"Oh Vanity ... What do I have to offer the girl. Even the Moonlight is not shining on me.."said the frog prince as he tried to find his true reflection by looking at the pond.

"It does not matter my dear. Be it if the moon shines or not, it is the matter of how you want to portray yourself. You are indeed the Masterpiece of your own look.. Stay with me.. and I will tell you how" replied Vanity with a glowing smile.

A decade ago, (Damn i feel so old now) I was never vain fella. Back then, I wouldn't allow anyone to snap a pic of myself as I had a real self-esteem problem. Damn, I hated photo taking sessions. Looking myself in the mirror was my biggest challenge. It felt like I've committed a sin if I were to do so. Far worst than the frog prince, I couldn't accept how I looked like.

So how could I possibly looked like when I was 14? Short & plump, center-parting hair with 2 curly fringes. Hmm.. what else. Oh, my waistline almost reached size of 34. My dressing? Simply horrible dude.

Despite being a misfit, I never failed to enjoy life. Got influenced with the underground music scene and there was a period of time I got myself into deep Shit. Hehe. I would describe my teenage days as "wild & free". I was still having self-esteem problem till at the age of 18(the year where I had dropped-out from polytechnic). But there was when an unfortunate incident had changed everything.

Well, basically the person I had a crush on badly, had crushed me instead. Nothing could be far worst than to be looked down on by the person you adored most. Hmm.. to cut the chase, the whole incident had made me stronger than ever. I felt that, it was time for me to work my ass out to show him something. Something that I weren't sure of that time. But I just told myself that I must work-out to have a better physical looks. Viola ! In 8 months I lost 8 kg and had a waistline of 28 due to my excessive diet & running. Damn .. from a plump monster, I turned into a scrawny freak.

I entered NS after the 8 months of self-trained, and by the time I'm done with it, my body was lean and tone till date. Just nice, I thought. Oh ya, I've met the burger last year at my former part time job. He wanted to get some stuff & it was so happened that I was at the counter. He was like stunned & shy to see the big difference in me. And I was like "Eat your heart out Honey."

That incident had really made me feel good about myself. There was when I decided to trust the vanity in me. No more insecurities. I was like thinking "If you have it, flaunt it".

Hmm. But I was wondering recently. What happens if I didn't have the chance to know the burger at the first place? Will I be forever feeling insecure of my looks? Will those people in Facebook would still give compliments on my pics? Hmm. Probably not I guess.

To be continue ...

Got to sleep guys. Will update as soon as possible. Nites.

Till the next blog, Loads of Love; Adifazely.

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Viva La 2010 !

2010-01-01T07:32:00.000-08:00

Introduction On My 2010 1st Article ..

Well, I'm not sure about you but I'm looking forward for this day to come. The first day of the New Year. The day that ends 2009. The day that I told myself, it's time to move on and the pain won't hurt me anymore. Hmm. Hopefully I'm right this time.

Yesterday.. 0001 Hrs at Clarke Quay:

I was thinking ..

Dear Adifazely,

This new year celebration is very contradicting from the previous year; 2009. A year ago, I'm sad to leave the life I had had in 2008. The moments of 2008 were just to good to be true. Today, it felt like something similar, but different for many reasons. It was hard to reflect on the good moments in 2009, because all of the good moments had ends bitterly. Unlike 2008, the memories I had was nice to reflect and will always be. I'm starting to believe that not all good moments necessarily ends in a good way.

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For the Record Babe ..

I hate to do this but for the record of 2009, I wish to list the things that leads me to Depression;

Top 3 List
1) The Break Up
2) Office Politics
3) Time Commitment

Hmm. Depression .. For the first time in my life, I couldn't take good control of myself when I was depressed. I did a couple of unworthy things that makes me an idiot. Yes, I was an idiot for a period a time. (Come on, don't laugh at me) But the best part was, I'm not sure what the "F "I'm thinking when I did those unworthy stuffs.

(I thought it would be nice to list how life could break me at times, and one day when I am standing tall again, I would be smiling when I have at a good look at it.)
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Present.. 2nd Day of the Year at 0321 Hrs:

You know what, as much as I thought I'm better off dead back then - 2009, I'm glad that I'm still here because .. 2009 is Over !! I'm glad that I've gotten loads of issues over issues that have gave me an idea of how life in 2010 is going be & how things going to work out for me. I'm sorry again for those I've hurt back in 2009. Again, I'm just a human being. Full of imperfections.

Anyway, I will make full use of 2010 with the emptiness I have now. Like what good friend of mine, Malik, once told me before; emptiness might not be necessarily be a bad thing. I begin to understand what he meant. I'll treat 2010 like my table cover at my work place (Read my blog "When Nirvana Strikes!")

I shall end my blog for now. So tired. I'm working in 5 Hours time. Yawn*

But before i'll end, I would like to take this opportunity to wish you guys a Happy 2010. Let us leave what's not worth remembering, & treat life the best of it's best. Good Night my friends. By the way, please do add me as my reader by clicking the icon button - "Follow". It won't cost you a single cent & I would really appreciate a lot. Thank you.

Till the next blog, Loads of Love; Adifazely.

Emptiness

2009-12-29T09:33:00.000-08:00

Emptiness. Emptiness might happen to you if you lost someone you love. You would feel that in a way you have lost your sense of direction in life, even though you know what is ahead of you and what are your priorities in life. The best word to describe this feeling is "Unmotivated". Unmotivated to live, and enjoy life as you should.

Emptiness. Emptiness might also happen to you if you are to indulge in the things you do (like work) that you have ignored the needs of your soul. Your soul is just like a twin of you that will make you feel balanced in life. It's all about the Yin & Yang in you. You would feel the emptiness if at the end of the day, after you have put in a lot of effort in the things you do, there's a little voice asking yourself "What am I doing Here?" or "How come I'm unhappy even though I'm at the peak of the mountain?"

That is emptiness for you.

Thinking of overcoming emptiness? Hehehe, I might not know as I'm working on it. Ive lost the person I love a lot. No, no one died. Just that we are separated. Separated by fate. Hmm. To overcome the emptiness, I've tried a lot of stuff. Shopping and others but it just didn't work out. That's why I'm blogging now. I'm finding a purpose for the soul. So it won't feel empty. (Damn my exam is next Monday)

Besides blogging, I've started on a Novel that called "Memoirs of a Bravo Hotel Staff". It will be interesting as it would open the mind of those who are heterosexual. Yes, you can sense that this novel of mine will be about the homosexuals. The wisdom of this thought came up in my mind while I pondering about how life changes. The environment and society. It's about time the heterosexual society to accept reality and be more adaptable towards life. Hopefully I could complete this novel by the end of March next year. Wish me luck. :)

Till the next blog, Loads of Love; Adifazely.

Me, Men & Materials.

2009-12-26T20:38:00.000-08:00

There's a saying of "You are, what you eat". Simply explains that your physical being or appearance is made up of the food you eat. However, it is besides the point for those who has genetically problem issues on their body weights or skin problems. I have always believe that there's a saying, when it comes to dressing - "You are, what you wear". No need me to explain any further.

Dressing does tell a person character to a large extent. Be it if the person is a fashionista or a trendy wanker. Wait a minute. So what's the different between a fashionista and a trendy wanker?

My definition of a fashionista is a well-dressed person that knows what he is wearing. Ya I know, the real definition of a fashionista is someone that involves in high fashion industry. Well ... I'll say, screw that. Why do one need to be in high fashion industry to be called "fashionista" when he is fashionable in what he wears? And when he is not following the trend does that mean he is out of fashion? Even though he wears fashionable clothes? Obviously not. To be begin with, fashion Herself is recyclable. It is just the matter of time when celebrities & fashion designers revives the fashion trend again. My question to you readers is, "Do you need these celebrities or fashion designers to control what you want to wear??"

Hmm. Trendy wankers. Trendy wankers are those who follow fashion blindly. Similar to people that follow religion blindly. They are the Slaves of Fashion. All they know is to follow that the trend, but do not understand them. Don't even bother to know if what they are buying is nice for them, or at least compliments their body. Basic things like chalked stripes T-shirt does not look nice on big size people ,or vertically stripes shirt will not look nice on lanky people. I got not much of an issue with trendy wankers, but it is irritating to see them in a big rowdy group at times. As much as youngsters are the biggest culprit in this category, but that's the beauty of them. To see those cute boys spending time & money at bugis street hunting for the cheapest yet stylish materials, it is just part of them - growing up. It is just the matter of time they will grow up & shift their attention from Bugis Street to Junction? Maybe shops like Domanchi? Hehehe.

Hmm. How about me? I'm neither fall in these two categories. I wear what I feel comfortable in & how I want people to judge me. If I'm feeling like a teenage rebel or a slacker in any of aparticular day, I would wear my rugged torned jeans, rugged converse shoes and beads of black chain that attached from my jeans to my wallet. Of course as much as I want to portray the punkish side of me, I'll make sure I do not go out of style. If I want to look casual, I'll wear the 80's style topman polo tee with Levis limited edition jeans and my white slipped-on shoes. Casual smart? I'll wear shirt & my vest that I've bought from The Vintage Shop at Heeren.

You might be wondering what's with me & my ridiculous non-degree spectacles. Ahh.. This is what most people do not understand. We humans are born with a skeptical mind. If you see, based on first expression, a person that has a convict face, you might most likely think that he is a gangster from some uncivilized group. The problem with me is that, I got those "unfriendly" face that people might most probably thought that I will "eat" them out of fun. But the true fact is that, I am just a normal guy that at times in-need of intimacy touch to makes me feel complete. (Haha, what a way I've put it) The ridiculous specs is a tool I've use to tone down the fierce side of my facial expression. By putting it on, I feel like I'm wearing a mask.

Guys, what ever u choose to wear, wear it with pride. It may look unfashionable or unpleasant, but as long as you feel comfortable in it, fuck with what the society wants to think. Based on personal experience, The most appealing and comfortable things to wear, is the things that you could portray yourself in what you wish people to see in you. Hmm. I'll end my blog this time with a famous qoute "Beauty is in the eyes, of the Beholder".

Till the next blog, Loads of Love; Adifazely

Shopping with Mr. Gold Fish.

2009-12-17T09:07:00.000-08:00

I used to think that watches & shoes are the essentials that defined men. But I've changed my opinions until recently. If you were to read the previous two blogs of mine before this, you would know what kind of storm that I was going through. To get over the storm, it requires strong will & determination to move on. Knowing myself, I'm quite weak when handling with emotions. However, a recent activity has let me overcome my grieve. The activity is . .S. H. O. P. P. I. N. G.

No, I'm not a shopaholics like those Venus. Just that I would shop if I think that I need a change in my image. The recent tragedy has made me to seek for activities to fill my emptiness. And I'm glad it did. (At least for the time being)

It was on 13th December when I've decided to head for the malls in Bugis to get my stuffs. I told myself that this was going to be a big shopping spree. Firstly because, I just got my pay. Secondly, I had $150 shopping vouchers with me (I won the Best Dress at ICA d'n'd). And thirdly, I had gotten my first year end bonus. Accompanying me was a good friend of mine, Hafidz - a.k.a Gold fish.

That particular time, I was indecision of whether should spend my vouchers solely on office wear or casual wear. Hmm. After a long thought, I had decided to spend it solely on my office wear. I had a thinking that since the memories of Chipmunk would strike me every now and then at work, I think I should spend my money on new office wear clothing. In a way, by wearing something new & different to work, I wear a new attitude. And when I have a new attitude, I feel like a different person. Thus, I'll leave the person that I used to know. It's about "You are who you pretend to be" -Adifazely 11:23

Our first stop was at Topman. My eyes were glued to a light blue coloured shirt that had had a tie on it. The colour of the tie camouflaged with the colour of the shirt. On top of that, the material was as soft as cat fur (cat fur?). My mind was like going ... "Woah, this is what they called - Style" Back to reality, the price of the shirt was $79.90. Hmm. Thinking, I wouldn't get much of items if I were to splurged my money on the shirt. Okay, next.

From Topman, we hopped to the next stop, Domanchi. Besides the fact that they have outlandish yet creative shirts design, the quality of the materials are good too. Superb I would say. I have a short sleeve Domanchi shirt that I had bought 3 years ago. Till date, the shirt does not look worn off. Hmm. After several tries on some shirts, I had gotten myself 2 long sleeve shirts. My luck was being kind to me on that day as I had got the shirts at a discounted price. Hmm. "$50 voucher left to spend".

After getting the shirts, it's Hafidz turn to get what he wants. Shoes. He was looking for shoes that looked casual yet a bit of sporty. Hmm. So we hopped from Levis to BMG to Nike to Everlast to Adidas outlet and finally back to BMG to buy his Adidas shoes. He has made a right choice by not buying the shining black shoes at the Adidas outlet I think. (Gosh, that shoes is fuc-gly).

I thought of keeping the $50 voucher for the next shopping spree, but it didn't happen because I decided to step into Pedro shop. I told myself again & again I would not pamper myself with a new pair shoes on that day since I had bought a new slipped-on shoes tow weeks ago. But the temptation of buying them was so strong that I admit defeated. I had bumped into a particular shoe that I had longed admired.

My love for that shoe first happened few months ago when I was on the way back home from work. I was in the train. As usual, when the train was packed, I would look down around me to ensure that I would not step on anyone shoes. There's where I saw a beauty amongst all the shoes there." Woah.. The design is a killer" Okay, first of all, the shoes is a pointed kind of shoes. I personally hate pointed shoes because it just look so gay. No offence to myself or others, it is just that I do not like my appearance to be flamboyant. But the leathered material shoes has a 'M - shape' deco design at the tip of the shoes that had made the shoes looked vintage. And I just love Vintage designs. They just looked classic.

Hmm. The shoes itself had cost me $90 (After $50 discount from the voucher I had). Well, I guess to make the shopping complete, I had decided to get the shoes. The smell of the fresh leather really makes me happy. Who wouldn't be happy with a new pair of shoes? But a week after the shopping spree, the sense of emptiness from the break up starts to hunt me again. I'll save that for one of my blog story if i have the time.

Then till, loads of love: Adifazely.

172 Days of Chipmunk. (The Sequel) Part 2

2009-12-16T08:34:00.000-08:00

I've talked a couple of times about Chipmunk in my blog (even though i only have 6 posts). Send Chipmunk food, watched movie together, celebrate anniversary, my thoughts for Chipmunk. . .So what's so special about this Chipmunk? For what's worth, this Chipmunk is not a cartoon character. Heehee. Chipmunk !

In this 172 Days of Chipmunk (The Sequel), I would not want to mention the sour moments that we had together, instead it is going to be easier for me to blog about the wonderful stuff about Chipmunk. What makes my heart opened at the first place. What does first love feels like. What I've learnt in Love. What has Chipmunk taught me. The naughty moments with Chipmunk . . wait - this is between us. Heehee.

3rd Day of Knowing Chipmunk: (My thoughts for Chipmunk)

- Chipmunk obssessed with me.

- Trying hard to impress, trying hard to steal my heart.

I never liked Chipmunk at the first place. I'm expecting nothing more from the first night we met. Although we shared some intimacy, but I didnt see any attraction in Chipmunk. Not my type. If you read about 172 Days of Chipmunk (The Break Up) Part 1, I'm like the kind of folks who got into relationship due to parent's choice. Of course my parents did'nt choose Chipmunk for me, but I felt that I forced myself to get in the relationship because Chipmunk was being too nice to me. Too nice that I could'nt afford to reject Chipmunk. So there I was, being in a relationship where the partner that I hoping or is not my type. Well, my friends told me that I should give it a chance. Love goes beyond looks. It's all about the heart; sincerity.

14th Day of Chipmunk: (My Doubts)

- Still indecision of should I put my heart into Chipmunk.

- Insecurities I have over Chipmunk.

29th Day of Chipmunk: (I began to slowly fall in love with Chipmunk)

- I love the fact that Chipmunk fetch me from school.

- I love Chipmunk as Chipmunk take care of me well when I am sick.

- I love Chipmunk as there's many good food that Chipmunk introduce to me (Red Ruby etc.)

42th Day of Chipmunk: (I learnt to love Chipmunk)

- I have already in love with Chipmunk

- I begin to appriciate Chipmunk

- Celebrated my first anniversary.

- We watched family guy weekly at Blue Heaven.

- Accompanied me when I was still working in my graveyard shift.

100th Day of Chipmunk: (I'm totally in Love with Chipmunk!)

- I love Chipmunk's body.

- I love the smell of Chipmunk's body.

- I love Chipmunk's hairstyle.

- I love the slap Chipmunk gave me whenever I am being irritating.

- I love the pic Chipmunk took with the late Baby.

Another words, I'm obssessed with Chipmunk.

169th Day of Chipmunk (Love = Chipmunk, Chipmunk = Love)

- We talked on phone everyday.

- I love Chipmunk's ah lian- ness. L.0.L

- The way chipmunk talks.

- Chipmunk's voice in bed. (Over the phone)

- The way Chipmunk walks. Like P _ N _ _ I N.
- The bites Chipmunk gave.

I just love every single thing about Chipmunk. Can't help it. If were compared to the 3rd day of knowing Chipmunk, I was different person.

172th of Chipmunk: Speechless.

- I gave up.

I did it out of anger & i'm really having a damn bad temper that particular week. I had 2 hours of sleep on Monday before going off to work. My school projects were getting on my nerves. Everyone around me felt the heat from me. My Sayang was no exception. However, I not only did it out of anger, but I felt that I am fighting over a valid point. In my point of view.

180th of Chipmunk: Present.

Whatever had happened, I take this love story as a sequel to my life love story. Even though I told myself a week ago that I will never be in love again, I took back my words because I know that can never happen. At the end of the day, whether Chipmunk will be together with me or not, I leave it to destiny. The time frame I gave myself & Chipmunk is kind of unrealistic. Well, like what the old folks always says; If the person you love is meant for you, he or she will be with you. I would like to take this opportunity to thank Chipmunk to show me what's love is roughly about.

For now, I try to love myself. Loving myself has somesort of makes me found a new love. The Love of Materials. I've recently went for a massive shopping to overcome this pain and I've discovered that Materials makes me happy when i felt so lonely. Watch out for my next blog, in few days time. It's about Men & Materials.

172 Days of Chipmunk. (The Break Up) Part 1

2009-12-15T20:39:00.000-08:00

Oh well, how should I begin. This is my first break up & very hurtful though. No, this is not a 'monkey' love story. I'm 23 dude. Erm . . . It has been exactly a week since that tragic incident. What else . . I've been sitting here for almost three hours, smoking like as if my dad is Philip Morris and my mind still blank. I've been youtubing, listening to songs & watching videos, to find inspirations to update this blog story, but i find it difficult. Very difficult. Maybe because deep deep in my mind I have a mental block that do not allow me to recall the moments of the break up. Hmmm..

(After 50 minutes of Power Napping!)

My break up with Chipmunk was kind of ironic because at the verge of breaking up, we still do love each other. Even today, I still do love Chipmunk. I'm not sure for Chipmunk but I think there's a bit of heart left for me, even though Chipmunk said before that the heart has died on me. I could be wrong.

Oh, what could go wrong with our failed relationship. We message on mobile to each other everyday (even after the break up), talked on the phone, the amount of time & intimacy we shared was sufficient for us and so on. Hmm.. Yes, we do have conflicts over conflicts and later either one of us would give in.

But on 9th of December, I gave up. I just gave up. (No, this is not the end of my story. Continue to read. Yeah read on ..)

Last night as I was walking back home after meeting my 'insane' gang, i was pondering a lot about how the older generation people managed their love relationship. I'm was having two different types of views. One was the type of couples where their marriage was fated by their parents. The other was the types of mutual agreement between two lovers.

For my grandparents, they ran away from home when they were young to get married. Initially, they love each other so verily much. Opps, I'm not saying that they don't love each other now, it is just that - Erm . . Let 's just say that both of them having hard time to accommodate each other Even till date.

On the other hand, I've heard several stories of those who were match-make by their parents & still able to live happily with each other. Be it, if the parent's choice of in-law is the type of 'tea' of their children or not. Of course I'm not making a definite conclusion out of the things I see, but most of the stories I've heard & seen, is as such.

My point is, love is fate. Besides that love is out-of-the-blue. There is no such thing like your partner is correct for you or not. Even the most bitter relationship there are bound to be pleasant moments that the partners share. Like my grandparents, they did have good moments when they were young. And I believe as much as they could be angry with each other at times, they still do love each other. Actions are the true evidence of Love.

Enough of the Grandparent's stories. Literally grandparent's stories. I'll take you back to 9th December. That unfaithful night.

We were having conflict over msn that night. If one of the ethics that a journalist needs to practice is PRIVACY VS PUBLIC' S RIGHTS TO KNOW (my mass comm classmates, I'm sure you guys are familiarize with this), Chipmunk and me were arguing over PRIVACY VS BOYFRIEND' S RIGHTS TO KNOW. Chipmunk is demanding privacy and I'm demanding over the information. It does not matter who wins the law suit but, it's obvious that there was a communication problem. Screw that communication part I must say. There's a bigger problem than that. We have different believes in the principle's of relationship. Ouhk oh . . And there's when I've decided, that's the end for us.

The Problem that lies in the relationship is . . . Lies.

The lies that I told myself that the problem of compatibility (in terms of our different individual's thinking) between us would not occured again. The lies that I told myself that I would not be possessive anymore (I'm a taurean - that explains everything). At the end of the day, I've cheated myself that things are going to be alright as long as we gave in with each other. Wait a minute. If you say that as long as either one of the party willing to give in and everything's going to be alright, I'll say; stop bullshitting. At the end of the relationship, Chipmunk told me that the relationship feels like a prison. And as much as I am possessive, never I intented things to turn out to be that way. I'm sorry Chipmunk.

I told myself, maybe it's true that I'm demanding too much. Or maybe Chipmunk doings are wrong. I searched for opinions but got myself confused. More confused. So confused that I tear for the next few days of the break up. It was terrible. I even communicate with Anita the Online Psychic (as though she's real) on facebook (what am I thinking). At last, I did soul searching and my senses came back to me.

This is what the real Adifazely told me: I know it's hard to leave the relationship behind, but you are not exactly leaving the relationship behind. You are just giving up the title "boyfriend", but the Love for Chipmunk still exists. The fact that you Love Chipmunk a lot, you are willing to sacrifice it as to give Chipmunk freedom. At the same time, your priorities are going to get affected with the conflicts over conflicts. It is better to let go for now, but be back once you acheived your goals. And by that time, both you and Chipmunk will be more matured. Hopefully. Have faith in what you believe in.

Nirvana Strikes Me Out of Randomness - 27/10/2009

2009-10-30T11:19:00.000-07:00

It was on Monday. I'm feeling no different from most workers out there that thinks the beginning day of the week, is the worst. It's blue, devastating, exhausted, engine turns rusty - you name it. The most heart-aching part is to see the pile of workload, besides your employer face, that you've kept before the weekend begins due to out of excitement & anxiety for the activities instore for you.

Oh well, there i was looking hagard, sloppy on my dressing & total-ly unmotivated. Oh ya, most of the times i would have lack of sleep the nite before Monday. That day was worst; i had only 3 hours of sleep before work. Poor me. Anyway, while i was staring blankly on my computer screen waiting for my computer to start, my mentor that sits directly behind me - Madam Poon, tapped me from the back.

"Eh, that time you said you want the table cover right?"

"Ya . . ." I replied while focusing the thing she carried along with her.

"Nah, here's for you" She said, smiling.

I was flabbergasted for a moment. I have always wanted the thick acrylic table cover that she has on her personal desk. I thank her so much & placed it vertically against the wall, on top of my desk. It is about 2 metres long with a width of 1 metre. The purpose of the transparent plastic cover is actually to protect the office desk from scratches or stains. However, i've got other subtle motives to it. I've decided to use it as a partition thus other staffs wouldnt realized if i'm dozing off. I don't care if any of them caught me sleeping as long as not dozing off. I just look ridiculous & pathetic when i dozed off. Well, who doesnt.

As i was staring motionless at the hard-plastic, a thought came into my mind; Since i'm using it as a partition, i might as well make full use of it. I began to visualize the stuffs i would attached to it. Creativity started to spread in my mind like an ink drop that fall upon a bowl of plain water. After loads ideas created in my mind, i snapped myself back into the reality. There's where i received the enlightenment.

I began to realize that i have not been appriciating life so far. I did not put my family as a priority after all these years, i did not focus much on the important things, like my work & studies, that i am juggling presently, and i did not make good use of the time i have to improve & upgrade myself. At the same time, i began to feel that the things i need in life is just right infront of my eyes and it is just the matter of - Do i want to make it happen?

Honestly, i do not know what the old plastic table cover got to do with this enlightenment. It is not as if i took time to do self-reflection and got the thoughts above, the thoughts of enlightenment just striked me as soon i stopped my visualization. I'm wondering, could there be a physcological explaination for this? Or the whole thing was just coincidence that the enlightenment just hit me out of the blue? What i'm sure of is that this enlightenments have been send from above.

Language Barrier in Transportation Service = Disaster !!

2009-10-25T04:05:00.000-07:00

It was a warm, quiet-peaceful evening. The sun just set, allowing the moon to shine even brighter. Office workers were almost seen everywhere; either alone or with their colleagues. The train commuters were all generally seemed relaxed, not as tensed as what they looked like on every morning; regardless what day of the week. Out of the decentness, there I was to be seen hustling my way from the Bukit Batok MRT Station to the nearest bus stop. With me, I was carrying a couple of packed food for my love-Chipmunk. I need to rush because I was chasing for time as i was working later in that evening.

"Hmm . . Which bus heads to my destination. ." I asked myself as beads of perspiration rolled through my whole body. My heart beats hard & fast like the african musicians playing their drums. As my eyes wandering around looking at the bus destination information board, bus 188 came to alight. I rushed to the bus captain to put at end to my doubtness. Here's how our conversation went. .

"Uncle, does this bus takes me to Fire Station?" I asked.

"Err . . Fi-re Sta-tion . ."He muttered as if he's trying to recall the bus route.

"Ya, Fire Station." I repeat patiently.

"Err . . " He began to tilt his head to the right a little bit & his eyes shrinked as he frowned.

"Ya, the fire station. The one located near Chua Chu Kang." I began to panicked.

The middle-age man was still clueless. This went for around 3 minutes. I then began to realized there were at least more than 30 passengers in the bus staring at me as if i'm haulting the bus for no good reason. His next sentence not only made my head glowed red, but it made my heart almost explode. Illiterally.

"Me . . no-english" He said politely at the same time looking embrassed.

I was stunned. This statement is such a cliche in my full-time work place. At the same time i was like, What the heck? Our fellow Bus Captain couldnt communicate Singapore's National Language. Oh, what a shame. To be frank that was not my only encounter. I had another two occasions where bus captains just doesnt know to speak simple english.

At the end of the day, i'm facing cultural shock in my own country. I guess gone by the days where we could find friendly local bus captains that not only would inform us the route of destination when we are in doubt, but also would alert us when the bus stop that we wanted to alight has come near. Poor Singaporeans, at least for the minorities. Where has the effort in Speaking Good english campaign has flushed to?

My Movie Review: (500) Days of Summer

2009-10-22T09:01:00.000-07:00

Rating: 4.7/5

Duration: 95 mins

Main Actors: Zooey Deschanel (Summer) and Joseph Gordon-Levitt (Tom)

Producer: Mason Novick

Best watch with: Your Gf/Bf, Ex-s, flings - (the ones that expect more from you) but definitely not your parents. Parents these days just dont get what love means in this millenium.

Best Targetted Audience: The Broken hearts.

What is the story about? Boy meets girl, fall in love. The girl - Summer (Deschanel), doesnt believe this thing called Love. This is because she comes from a divorcee family & experience the affections from her parents divorce. Whereas for the guy - Tom (Gordon-Levitt), has always believe in Love & looking for one. They met in their office when Summer been got a post there. Their job has bonded them & they end up as domestic partners. Tom always wanted to be in a relationship with Summer but Summer doesnt want any string attached. It comes to one day when Summer moved to different state & there's where she left Tom. Devastated, Tom cant get over Summer. He lost focus in his job & soon lost it all. Somehow fate brought Tom meet Summer again. By that time Tom discovered that she's getting married. . That left him hanging how Summer has contradicted herself with her beliefs in Love. Ending? You gotta catch it yourself.

Techniques of the Movie. Flashback all the way. Too many flashbacks that makes them to lose 0.3 marks from me. Hehe. Despite that, I must say that the producer has used the flashback technique wisely. Every flashback tells different situations & every switch of flashbacks there's a direct link to it. For example at one scene, it showed that the two love birds were enjoying time at ikea (pretending that the whole display of items over there were their's) but the subsequent scene, it showed that Tom were trying to play an act in ikea, like what they used to, but Summer just not interested anymore - unlike the first scene. Nice.

The Significant of the Movie. Unlike any other love story, (500) Days of Summer have gone beyond viewers expectation of the movie. In a good way. This movie plays many emotions that one could relate their love life with. It contains humour, sadness and others. Of course not suspense. My expectation of the movie genre was purely comedical type (because the few seconds when the film been played, it has cracked laughter in the cinema) but i was terribely wrong.

The Moral of the Story. One of the reason I fall in love with this movie because, this story could relate to the reality love story; when one been left by his/her lover, he/she feeling despaired & at the end of the day, only time would heal the pain. Besides that, it also tells the viewers that love is all about fate. Which I believe many people out there tend to forget this. Just see the increasing rates of suicide cases where the suicidal did it out of broken love.

My Experience When Watching the Movie. Enjoyable. This is because I watched it with my love Chipmunk ^^. There's one time Chipmunk whispered the phase that Summer said to Tom & what Chipmunk always tell me off when i asked insignificant question - "Its not important, dont asked" I kinda noticed that the movie would cracked the viewers after showing an an emotional/ heart warming scene. I guess this is one of a good techniques that the producer has used as well.

Bottom Line: You Got to Watch It !!

2009-10-21T06:24:00.000-07:00

What the Hell am I doing Here? This is my first blog & am pretty excited about it. Well, there's too many things has happened in my life recently, that I feel I need space & channel to express myself. After all my Good friends a.k.a Alfiah gang has been saying i'm a man of "no expression". So yeah, i guess this is a good start to uncover the gems & debris that lies in me. Enjoy reading^^

Who is Adifazely? Well, i'm the type of guy that hardly have personal time for myself. Basically because i'm literally working 7 days per week & 1 day off on every alternate weeks. No life huh? Not really in my point of view. As long as i am enjoying the things i do in life, i have no regrets. So what am i doing now? I have a full-time job (office hour), part-time job (weekend heroe), part-time study at MDIS (Mass Communication), taekwondo practice at JH Kim Institute & taking up bike licence soon. How do i cope? Simply by pushing myself to my maximum. Each of the things i've planned to pursue means alot to me. My only concern is, at times i would lose focus & tend to take unnecessary break for myself. And this is bad for any Ambitious person.

Love Life? I'm deeply in love with Chipmunk. This is my first Love & i have to admit, things are not going easy for me at times. Be it i'm in love with the right person or not, it is worth to experience & explore. Every pain i've encountered so far has break me into pieces. But everytime when i managed to recover the pain & pushed myself to polish my imperfections, i find that i'm becoming a wiser & stronger person. It is kind of Self-improvement for myself. Hopefully, Chipmunk allows me to stay longer in this "Ship".

This is just my introduction for now. I would very soon update my blog once i'm back from a gOod jog. Need to clear those headaches away after my slideshow didnt manage to pop-out. Argh.. technical problems. Till then, keep up with the updates & would appriciate much if you guys would drop-in comments. Ciaoz for now.